While I was on the highway,
A car passed by,
Driven by a scholarly man,
Clean saved, and hair
Around his temples was grey.
On the back seat sat a middle-aged lady
And a young girl in twenties,
Might be his wife and daughter.
He was driving his car prudently,
As if he was well versed
In the principles of traffic,
He remained on his lane, while
Overtaking he blinked the indicator,
On the signals he obeyed the lights,
Red, yellow or green. Meanwhile
A loaded truck came from behind,
Caring least the laws,
Sometimes it overtook from the left
And sometimes from the right,
Without blinking the indicator,
It blew ear-deafening horn,
And did not bother lights of the signal.
It seemed overhasty in reaching the destination;
Hitting the law-abiding car it sped away,
The car fell down from
The bridge headlong upon the trash,
Shrieks were heard before the crash.
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